Thursday, 1 October 2009

poems on gandhi jayanti







poems on gandhi jayanti

MANY MANY YEARS AGO,

A MAN WITH A SMALL BUILT,

HUMBLE, KIND AND GENEROUS

AN ABLE LAWYER BY PROFESSION,

THREW AWAY THE COMFORTS OF LIFE; AND

MADE SIMPLE LIVING HIS LIFE'S MOTTO

A WHITE "DHOTI" WAS ALL THAT HE WORE

GREAT BELOVED SON OF INDIA

AND THE PEOPLE CALL HIM "MAHATMA".

NEVER DID HE REST IN PEACE

DARED THE BRITISH WITH NON-VIOLENCE

HE HELP THE POOR AND THE NEEDY; AND

INSTILLED IN US PRIDE AND SELF RESPECT

BROTHERHOOD WAS HIS SERMON

AND AFFECTION FOR THE MASSES HIS HALLMARK

PASSIONATELY HE STRUGGLED FOR OUR FREEDOM; AND

UNITED US TO BE A PROUD INDIAN NATION.



A Poem On Gandhiji

It was vacation, and I had nothing to do;

I was at home and mummy daddy too;

My glance caught a sketch, of an old person;

He appeared to be the gentlest under the sun;

Strikingly, different was the expression in his Eyes;

Suddenly I felt guilty of all my lies;

His lips parted in a smile , so pure

He left me spellbound that's for sure

"Who is he dad?" was my question

"Come on, don't you know?" "was his reaction

He is the one who has set us free;

He is the one who has planted the tree;

He is the one, who was bold enough;

Firm and stubborn but never rough;

Truth and non-violence is what he taught

Same were the principles for which he fought

Preaching and practices for once were the same

His deed were worth name and fame

I have never seen a soul, so tall;

Oh dad; he appears to be the father of all

"You said it, child" said my dad

'Bapu' is the name he always had

I saw the sketch again and again,

His returning smile was my greatest gain,

October 2nd was the day my friends

That certainly changed my life's trends

 

Salutation to the father of the nation

  O, thou, father of the nation,
We owe you salutation.
 For each and everything that you did;
For the cause of the nation and freedom's seed;
For the wheel called 'CHARKHA',1 the steering of 'SWADESHI';2
For the drive of 'CHALE JAO',3 to expel 'VIDESHI';4
For the teachings of truth, nonviolence and peace;
For the messages of cleanliness & patience against tease.
 Guided thou, for listening not , seeing not, speaking not an evil;
Still one of us only, dared you kill.
 Gone might be you but not your thoughts;
Forever, they'll inspire, like lustrous spots.
 Therefore, O, thou, father of the nation,
We owe you salutation;
With lotuses of hearts of a hundred plus crores;
From the peak of the Himalayas to the ocean's roars;
O, thou father of the nation,
We owe you salutation,
We owe you salutation.

By  Anil Deshpande


The Sacrifice

They did not listen; and he prayed

That He, the loving Lord of all,

Who comforth the poor and weak

And saveth those who sin and fall,

May lead them to the path of light,

And teach them how to live in peace;

Or spare him in his weary age,

The sight of fratricidal war. 

 

And then he fasted – and they came

And prayed to him to eat and live;

And vowed to be as brothers all.

And peace and calm was then restored

In fair Calcutta, and again

In Delhi, seat of ancient kings.

 

But soon again the gathering clouds

Broke in the north and over the wet;

And tales of horror shook the land –

Murder and fire and ravage grim,

And fury 'gainst  the young and old–

Mother and child and man and maid –

And deeds of shame more deep than death.

 

And then he prayed again that He

The loving Lord of all the world,

His erring children spare, and take

Instead him as a sacrifice –

So there be peace within the land!

There was a band of fiery men,

Who thought that he, the best of all

The Hindus had, by words of peace

Wrought weakness in their fainting hearts,

And given to those intent on war

Across the border, cause to gloat

In triumph o'er their hideous deeds.

And so they vowed that he should die –

 

That there be peace within the and.

And one of them in secret came,

And mingled with the waiting crowd;

And as this man of God approached

With folded palms to join in prayer –

Advanced, knelt, kissed his feet–and then,

Ere any arm could interpose,

Lifted his hand and shot him through

Thrice . . . . .

 
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